Dream Lover

My name is Angelo. I am sixty years old and retired. I live a rather lonely life and have never had a relationship with anyone. Over the preceding forty years I have had a few fuck buddies, but as my mom only passed away a year ago I now find myself alone. There was just no way I could ever have outed myself to her because it would have broken her heart. My father was a real arsehole and died when I was in my mid-twenties. After his death, I knew that it was my duty to look after mom for the rest of her life and that all my trysts always had to take place outside of our home. These assignations, however, practically ground to a halt long before my mother passed away.

Nowadays I am always the odd man out with all my friends, as all of them are involved in relationships. I still have dinner with a few of them from time to time, but at the end of the evening, I always go home alone. That’s my lot and I have grown to accept it.

I often wonder what might have been. Duty is a duty, nevertheless, and I did what I had to do. My plants, two cats, and collection of gay DVD’s keep me company at night. Thankfully, my trusted right hand also functions very well.

Time to stop complaining… I am healthy and really shouldn’t moan too much. Life is what it is.

***

A month ago a young man moved into my apartment block. Bumping into each other now and then, I have come to know that his name is Weston. What a beautiful name. In fact, he is totally magnificent. He must be five-feet-ten-tall and has a lithe body and golden blond hair. His blue eyes are memorizing and his smile could ignite a New Year’s Eve pyrotechnics display. Every brief moment I spend in his company is like a lifetime of bliss to me.

I am large of stature with a dark complexion. I’m hairy, unattractive, and totally out of his league. Needless to say, I have to make do with my visual feasting. I’m fairly sure he is gay but I know that any interaction with him is only a pipedream.

I have considered inviting him to dinner as a welcoming gesture, but dread the thought of being rejected. The thought of ravaging him on my bed, however, completely overwhelms me. I would die happy if I could just spend just one night with him. I wonder what he would smell like and imagine the sounds he would utter as I make love to him. His hairless arms appear to be smooth and silky and I wonder what it would feel like to run my huge hands over his body. I dream about what it would be like to kiss his beautiful mouth as conquer his slim frame.

***

Lying naked on my bed I see Weston standing at my bedroom door smiling. He erotically begins removing his clothing. The naked perfection before me floats to my bed before he climbs on before his head encloses on my face. There is a wonderful minty smell as his warm mouth envelops my lips. He tantalizes my lips before his hot tongue enters my mouth. Finally, resting on top of me the heat from his body sends shivers down my spine. Pushing his fingers through my hair he encases my head in a cozy embrace as his kissing intensifies. Locked in this splendour, the passionate minutes drift by as I run my hands up and down his arms and silky back.

After lifting his head he then utters, “Make love to me Angelo… please fuck me.”

Next, he moves off me and turns onto his back as I shift my body to the side. After repositioning his body in the middle of the bed I begin to inhale the smell I have so yearned for. His body exudes the earthy smell of musk. As I sniff and begin to lick his satin torso he mews like a kitten. Then, placing his hands on my head he sensually massages my scalp as I move on top of him. I begin nibbling on his nipples to escalating sounds of approval from my blond god. His writhing and panting now stimulate me to an even higher level of arousal.

I cannot contain my lust any longer and have to enter this heavenly temple. Turning him onto his stomach I encompass him with my bulk, ready to prise open his nest of pleasure. I gently begin to knead his crack with my knob, encouraging natural lubrication from my thick shaft. I inhale the apple flavoured conditioner of his hair as my hips grind into him. My excitement is almost palpable as his crevice becomes slick and moist. It won’t be long before I unearth the internal wonders of the body that awaits me.

After lifting my backside my cock starts nudging his lips apart. He teasingly toys with me at first but then lets me enter his portal. As he sighs with pleasure I slowly make my patient descent to murmurs of approval and satisfaction from him. I hold still for a few moments once in, before squeezing my butt cheeks together as my hips spring to life. As the massage of love begins, his manhole responds by pulling and pushing on my spear as I plunge into him. His whimpering escalates as I relentlessly pound into him.

As I begin to really pound his backside I begin to think; ‘I must delay, I have to… dear Jesus, help me.’

Inexorably, however, I cannot hold back any longer. Inevitably my gushing knob commences spewing ropes of cum into him.

Next, lying on my back I pant frantically with warm spunk all over my stomach. Slowly, as my breathing returns to normal I find that I am all alone and staring at my ceiling.